"Hey, you aren't supposed to be in here!" a young woman's voice calls out. "I'm getting security! Do you even hear me?" You recognize the voice as the campus queen of talk, blonde-haired social center, Tina Fisher. You quietly take the gun into your hand, ready to use it if need be.
"Tina," you spin around to see no one at the open door. You set the transposer on the table and hurry to the door, after peering down the hall in all directions and finding no one, you quickly close the door and prepare your escape.
Hurrying to the table while fumbling with your heavy backpack you stumble right into her, standing there at the table, dangling the transposer between her fingers. "Ow! Watch it!" she shrieks, "Or I'll have to use this toy gun on you." You stop and hop two steps back.
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